Upon hearing this, Situ Yu felt a surge of joy in her heart, but when she looked up...
A bowl of white rice, with a few pieces of wilted and yellowing greens on top; her whole face drooped, and she shook her head disdainfully, pouting and saying, "Who would eat a meal like this?"
The wife's voice was particularly loud: "What's up? The daughter of a wealthy family has fallen to this point, and she's still being picky?"
Situ Yu looked very aggrieved, saying, "Anyway, I can't eat this kind of food."
"Fine, eat it if you want, or skip it." The wife turned around and took the food back, saying as she left, "The wife is showing pity on you and gave you a bowl of white rice, and you're still picky? Let me tell you, if you don't work tomorrow, you won't even get black bread to eat."
Situ Yu pouted and said disdainfully, "Black bread, who cares about that filthy stuff? Even the servants don't eat it."
The wife laughed: "Won't eat it? In a few days, you won't be saying that."
